A true Anti-Planet Noble Phantasm—
[Planet-Crushing Sniper Cannon!]
The beam descended, devouring everything in its path, erasing all existence.
Odysseus summoned every last ounce of his power, conjuring an army of thousands of demonic beasts—but under the beam's fury, they were vaporized in an instant.
Not a single survivor.
No—not just the demonic beasts.
Even the island itself was being erased, vanishing without a trace.
Deeper than the surrounding ocean, a colossal crater formed—tens of kilometers wide and hundreds of meters deep—a hollow void in the sea!
With a single strike, heaven and earth were annihilated!
The audience was instantly stunned—
[As expected of an Anti-Planet Noble Phantasm! That one hit could've nuked Fuyuki City flat!]
[That's freaking terrifying! Thank goodness Nameless managed to charm Artemis, or who knows how many lives would've been lost before defeating her!]
[No wonder neither Nameless projecting Avalon nor Mash unleashing her Noble Phantasm could stop it—this is just too overpowered!]
[Well done! Hopefully, that scumbag Odysseus gets wrecked—he's way too despicable!]
[If a controlled Artemis is already this terrifying, how strong must Zeus, the King of the Lostbelt, be?]
...
Modern Greece.
Jason frowned slightly as he watched the video. "Tell me this isn't about to expose my dark history again, is it?"
Back in the Fourth Lostbelt, he had been treated as the villainous boss and utterly humiliated.
Now, in the Fifth Lostbelt, Nameless had tricked him into restarting the Argo.
Things had gone poorly from the very beginning.
After encountering the Crypter, he had even arrogantly declared he'd kill him outright.
But in the end, the Crypter didn't even need his subordinates—he nearly wiped them all out single-handedly!
This was bad.
He was about to suffer another public execution!
Jason felt utterly hopeless.
Once this video spread, his reputation as a hero would be completely shattered.
At this rate, even the Greeks wouldn't want to acknowledge him as a national heroic spirit.
If he was denied recognition, his existence would fade, and his power would plummet.
"Who told you to keep doing bad things?" Atalanta said irritably.
This guy was the cockiest when things were going well.
He had mocked Caenis and Kirschtaria Wodime without a second thought—never bothering to weigh his own strength.
Hell, he'd even dared to taunt Goetia a couple of times!
Atalanta was seriously starting to doubt whether Nameless had made a mistake by bringing him aboard.
Medea, however, was all smiles. "Tama-chan, shouldn't you be more worried about your beloved Artemis?"
In Proper Human History.
Nameless had taken on the role of the first Holy Sword wielder, saving the Olympian gods.
Then, after gathering the blessings of the Twelve Olympians, he defeated the vengeful Cronus emerging from the underworld, saving the gods a second time.
Under such circumstances, it was only natural for him to form a bond with Artemis.
Even the so-called "Virgin Goddess of Three" had wanted to bear his children.
Now, he had even charmed one of the mighty Machine Gods.
Artemis's image as the pure maiden goddess had been thoroughly shattered.
"That's just the humanoid terminal—it's different from the main body," Atalanta retorted defensively.
Her own goddess, yet she had to compete with her for a man.
It made her suddenly wonder if becoming the so-called "FFF Grand Marshal" had been a colossal mistake.
Even the goddess who championed purity and birth had been the first to betray her own doctrine!
Medea only smiled wider. "The problem is, she attacked Odysseus."
The demigod hero Odysseus was the mastermind behind the Olympian gods of the Lostbelt.
Commanding an army of monstrous beasts, he was more than capable of crushing Chaldea.
But the real issue was—
This guy was downright unscrupulous.
Despite possessing overwhelming power, he never grew arrogant. Instead, he was excessively cautious.
The moment Chaldea arrived in the Fifth Lostbelt, they were met with his forces—the Atlantis guards and the mechanical beast army.
It was like finishing the tutorial in a game, stepping out of the starter village, only to be immediately surrounded by the Four Heavenly Kings of the final boss, leading an army of demons.
Everyone else has a cautious hero, but you're just a cautious demon king?
What the hell is this!
Damn it, refund!
Now it's all over.
The Moon Goddess unleashed her full power with the [Planet-Destroying Sniper Cannon], obliterating her own monster army in a single blast.
This left her and countless spectators utterly stunned, with nothing but endless schadenfreude remaining.
Atalanta continued trying to defend her goddess: "This is punishment for Odysseus's treason!"
"Please, that's just an avatar terminal... Besides, your Moon Goddess's true form has long been under Zeus's control," Medea rolled her eyes.
At least come up with a better excuse.
In this Lostbelt, the Olympian gods were locked in internal strife, and the surviving ones like the Moon Goddess and Poseidon were all controlled by Zeus.
Technically speaking, the Moon Goddess in the video was nothing more than a genuine puppet!
Yet now, this puppet had somehow fallen in love with Nameless—something utterly unbelievable.
...
The video continued.
The [Planet-Destroying Sniper Cannon] not only annihilated the monster army but also wiped out the entire island.
When the light faded, all that remained was a massive crater, with seawater roaring in to fill the void.
Odysseus, who had been at the edge of the blast, was now covered in wounds and roared in fury: "Moon Goddess, I've already reported this to the King of Gods—you're finished!"
As Zeus's chosen strategist, he had been reduced to such a pitiful state by a mere puppet.
If not for the Divine Shield given by Zeus, he would have been vaporized!
The cosmic battleship hovering in the sky offered no response.
Yet on the supposedly cold and emotionless main control screen, Nameless's figure suddenly appeared.
No, not just one.
Instead, it showcased Nameless in various forms—grilling meat, picking fruit, enjoying outings—each scene vividly brought to life.
In just three short days of interaction with the humanoid terminal, Nameless underwent a fundamental transformation.
She was no longer a cold, emotionless machine but had gained a "heart," evolving into a true living being.
The cosmic battleship's main body, after receiving the transmission, also underwent a frenzied metamorphosis.
This transformation would completely break free from Zeus's shackles, reclaiming its liberty.
However.
Before the metamorphosis could complete, a dazzling burst of lightning erupted from the battleship's core.
It was the control mechanism Zeus had embedded.
With the overwhelming power of the King of Gods, he seized absolute control over its core, making escape impossible.
Artemis suddenly ceased her resistance and murmured softly, "As expected... it still comes down to battle."
Back when the fate of the Age of Gods was being decided, she had also tried to defy Zeus—only to have her core rewritten.
Now, she was merely a weapon under Zeus's control, no longer a free deity.
"Love is precious, life is priceless. But for the sake of freedom, both can be cast aside."
Artemis recited the words once spoken to her, gazing in the direction where he had departed. "Since you gave me a 'heart,' please grant me freedom as well."
"This time... I beg you, kill me!"
Before, she had been nothing more than a cold, obedient weapon of the battleship.
But now, with a "heart," she could no longer endure this enslavement.
A pure, radiant moonlight bloomed, traversing the bond of the "heart" they had forged, instantly reaching the distant horizon.
Over the distant sea.
Nameless stood aboard the Argo, watching the moonlight approach—yet he made no move to resist.
He allowed it to land upon his brow.
This was no attack, but a blessing.
A blessing from the Goddess of the Moon—
[Moon Goddess's Favor: EX-Rank]
"Because she adores you so much, she wishes for you to remain by her side forever, bestowing upon you the authority of the Hunt."
Mash hurried over in concern. "Senpai, was that moonlight just now from Artemis?"
"Yes. But don't worry, it wasn't an attack."
Nameless frowned and sighed. "I had hoped to help her break free from Zeus's control... but it seems I still can't."
His visit to the island and their time together had been an attempt to fully awaken her.
Yet, Zeus—the King of the Lostbelt—was simply too powerful. The Moon Goddess could never escape his grasp.
Battle was inevitable.
Only by killing Zeus could this control be undone.
But only by killing the Moon Goddess could they reach Zeus.
An unsolvable paradox.
As she was now, Artemis lived only as Zeus's puppet.
Fully aware of this, the moment she was reclaimed by his control, she bestowed upon Nameless her blessing.
Under the moonlight, his power as an Archer would surge violently.
And—
Her plea for him to kill her, to grant her freedom—
"If you love me... then please, kill me!"
The audience could only lament—
[Damn, I thought winning her over would be enough, but Zeus had to go and seize control of her core!]
[I could have endured the darkness... had I never seen the light. To gain a heart, only to realize she's enslaved—Artemis is just too tragic.]
[Sigh... 'To bond is but to invite sorrow'—Nameless, you monster, what have you done this time?!]
[Now I get the subtitle's meaning—'Shooting Down the Gods.' Can we just replace Zeus with Odysseus the Scumbag instead?]
"Don't worry, Odysseus, Poseidon, Zeus... none of them will escape. They must all be dealt with!"
...
Amidst the audience's myriad emotions.
The Argo had arrived at the island of Thetis.
This island was precisely the destination marked on the map previously provided by Hephaestus.
Upon setting foot on the island, they immediately witnessed two figures locked in a life-and-death battle.
One was the demigod hero Achilles, clad in golden armor resembling the Cloth of Saints, with vibrant green hair.
The other was an extremely soft and adorable-looking young boy.
Though he appeared cute, his attacks were anything but gentle.
With a single arrow shot, he actually pierced straight through Achilles' heel!
Achilles, also known as "Heel," because this was his only weakness!
In his childhood, his divine mother Thetis, seeking to grant him invulnerability,
Had held him by the heel and dipped him into the River Styx.
From then on, his entire body became impervious to weapons, granting him combat prowess rivaling that of Heracles.
But his heel remained his sole vulnerability!
Nameless quickly shouted to intervene, "Stop fighting, you two! You're completely mistaken about each other! One of you is Achilles, the other is Paris!"
At his call.
The two indeed ceased their battle.
"You're Paris?" Achilles stared at the other in shock.
Never would he have imagined that this young boy was actually someone he knew.
Paris was equally astonished, silently inquiring, "Lord Apollo, how could this be?"
[Shining Arrow of the End (Troia Velos)!]
This was the divine arrow he had received through Apollo's favor, empowered by the sun god himself.
Capable of overcoming any obstacle, it would inevitably strike the enemy's weak point.
The arrow had instantly pierced Achilles' heel, causing his power to plummet drastically.
Had he known it was Achilles, he would never have loosed that arrow!
Above his head.
A very small goat replied, "Wrong target, I suppose. But it doesn't matter. With my help, you can still rival Achilles."
In this Lostbelt, Apollo had already been slain by Zeus.
The Apollo from Proper Human History could only follow Paris in the form of a goat, acting as his mentor.
Achilles turned to Nameless in surprise, asking, "Could you be that sole remaining Master of humanity?"
His descent into this Lostbelt was in response to Alaya's summons.
Alongside numerous other Heroic Spirits, he had manifested to assist in pruning this Lostbelt.
"Yes, I am Fujimaru Ritsuka from Chaldea. Please help me safeguard Human Order."
Nameless looked worriedly at Achilles' foot, "Is there any way to heal your injury?"
This was one of the top-tier Servants, comparable to the Golden Three.
Capable of withstanding attacks from most deities head-on.
Such crucial combat strength could not be lost.
"It's just a fatal wound, nothing to worry about."
Achilles replied nonchalantly, then glared irritably at Paris, "Damn it, all that fighting for nothing!"
He had mistaken Paris for an unknown enemy, never imagining he was actually an ally.
Being shot in the heel was no joking matter.
It had damaged his Spirit Origin directly, reducing his combat power by more than half.
Nameless made another request, "Achilles, please lend me your divine armor and shield. I need them to forge god-slaying weapons."
"Oh, of course, you can take it and use it." Achilles replied generously.
After all, he was only a Spirit Origin manifestation.
All his armaments were sublimations from the myths and legends of Pan-Human History.
He could still possess them the next time he was summoned.
Just then.
The little lamb standing atop Paris suddenly jumped down and ran over to Nameless.
With a beaming expression, it said, "Come here, pretty boy, let me snuggle with you."
Everyone was instantly stunned.
While others were wolves in sheep's clothing, this one was a sheep in sheep's clothing!
"Lord Apollo, please restrain yourself!" Nameless immediately took several steps back without hesitation.
He hadn't forgotten the time when he descended during the Age of Gods in Greece.
This Sun God, along with his twin sister the Moon Goddess, had tried to take advantage of him!
For gods, gender was hardly an issue.
Just look at Paris—that poor, handsome youth who had caught Apollo's eye.
His chrysanthemum had probably bloomed many times over.
Mash was utterly shocked. "This lamb is actually Apollo?"
She had initially found it adorable enough to want to pick it up and cuddle.
Who knew it was actually a god!
"Yes, this deity isn't an enemy but hails from Pan-Human History," Nameless replied.
Apollo put on an exaggerated wounded expression. "Nameless, you're so cruel. And here I was planning to help you."
"Uh… how about I grill you some lamb skewers instead?" Nameless hesitated before asking.
Selling his body was absolutely out of the question.
The audience was baffled by this statement.
Talking about grilling lamb skewers to a lamb—wasn't that just asking for trouble?
But the next second.
The little lamb's mouth watered uncontrollably. "Deal! And don't stop at skewers—I want hotpot with lamb slices, cumin lamb, scallion-braised lamb, the whole works!"
The audience burst into laughter—
[Damn, Apollo, your dignity is gone! Is this what Greek gods are like?]
[You can't eat that! Watch out for mad sheep disease! You're a plush lamb now—how can you eat lamb?!]
[So, is Apollo lusting after Nameless' body or his cooking skills?]
[Obviously both! Didn't you see how the Moon Goddess' human terminal was also conquered by Nameless' cooking?]
["Apollo and Artemis really are twins—they're so similar!"]
["So winning a god's favor is this easy? I should go die too!"]
...
Outside the video.
In the divine realm created by the Greek gods.
Apollo cleared his throat lightly. "Ahem, earlier I just wanted an excuse to help Nameless. It wasn't because I was actually craving it."
After this video was exposed, he was going to be humiliated.
The glorious and majestic Sun God Apollo, conquered by the mere culinary skills of a mortal.
The problem was—that guy's cooking really was delicious.
Back then, he had stolen the golden ram meant as an offering to the King of Gods, Zeus.
The very same ram from the famous myth, The Golden Fleece.
Then.
Apollo summoned the flames of the sun, letting Nameless prepare a full lamb feast.
Just imagining it made his mouth water.
He really had been craving it!
Without hesitation, Apollo changed the subject. "Speaking of which, Artemis, you're about to become famous."
His sister's humanoid terminal had been completely charmed by Nameless.
Even at the cost of her life, she had to convey her "heart" to the mainframe of the Machine God.
This act alone was enough to move countless people, enough to make her believers—
No, now her "fans" would skyrocket!
"I'd rather not have this kind of fame," Artemis rolled her eyes.
Humans prayed to gods, but gods didn't need humans.
She couldn't care less about how many human followers she had.
If she could trade all her believers for Nameless, she would agree without hesitation.
Unfortunately, it was impossible.
She still had to face Nameless in a life-or-death battle.
This filled Artemis with sorrow.
She had wanted him to confess his feelings first, yet she kept attacking him instead.
He must despise her to the core by now.
Athena took a sip of red wine and smiled. "I'm more curious about how Nameless is going to kill you."
The gods of the Lostbelt Olympus were in their ultimate strengthened forms.
The gods of Proper Human History had only been weakened because their warship bodies were destroyed by the Umbral Star's vanguard.
Forced to merge with Greek mythology in humanoid terminals, their power was merely one percent of their Lostbelt counterparts.
Back then, Nameless had needed the blessings of all twelve Olympian gods to gain the power to slay a deity.
Now, facing the far stronger Lostbelt gods—without the ability to gather their blessings—
How was he supposed to defeat them?
By using the Moon Goddess's blessing to kill the Moon Goddess?
"You just want to see me embarrassed, don't you?" Artemis frowned slightly.
Once she was blown apart by Nameless, this greedy woman would definitely gloat over her misfortune.
So infuriating!
...
In the Lostbelt.
A single lamb hotpot had instantly won over the Sun God Apollo.
Unfortunately, this weakened version of the god couldn't even grant blessings.
The Argo set sail once more.
Returning to the island where Hephaestus resided.
The forging began.
Hephaestus issued a warning—
[Forging the weapon will take one day. Guard the forge—enemies are expected to attack!]
To defeat the Moon Goddess, they needed a divine weapon of immense power.
Even Hephaestus needed time to forge a god-slaying weapon.
"Understood!"
Nameless nodded in agreement.
Leading Charlotte, Achilles, and a group of other Heroic Spirits, he stood guard outside.
Just as Hephaestus predicted.
The scene shifted.
A ferocious three-headed hellhound charged toward them.
Mash was the first to send out a distress signal: "Senpai, three hellhounds are attacking from this direction!"
"Hold them off for a bit, I'll be right there!" Nameless responded.
The island was too vast, so to prevent ambushes, they had already established a comprehensive surveillance network.
They divided the Servants into defensive, ranged, and support roles, forming teams to monitor the four cardinal directions.
As long as they held out for a short while, reinforcements from other directions could arrive instantly.
The three heads of the hellhound spewed infernal flames.
The fire ignited the forest, turning the earth into molten lava.
Mash couldn't withstand it at all and was forced into a hasty retreat.
Fortunately, she didn't need to fight to the death—just delay them for a moment would suffice.
Boom!
The hellhound suddenly vanished, reappearing beside her as if tearing through space.
Mash hastily raised her shield to block but was sent flying by a brutal charge.
At this critical moment.
Charlotte silently appeared beside the hellhound, preparing to unleash a powerful assassination technique.
She was known as the Angel of Assassination.
Her targets would never sense her killing intent or danger until the moment of their death.
She ensured all her targets died peacefully and gently.
But this time.
Her so-called formidable assassination skills proved utterly ineffective against the hellhound.
She couldn't even pierce its defenses.
Mash shouted, "Charlotte, retreat! I'll hold them off until Senpai arrives!"
"No, I can't let you fight alone."
Charlotte sighed softly.
Under Mash's stunned gaze, she suddenly stood her ground, refusing to dodge as she faced the hellhound.
Then.
Bolts of lightning flashed, and an awe-inspiring divine presence erupted.
"Zeus Legacy—maximum output!"
Charlotte slashed at the hellhound with her dagger, activating her Noble Phantasm—
[To My Beloved Homeland, a Dream Like Drowning (Le Rêve Ensoleillé)!]
With a single strike, the once dominant hellhound was instantly obliterated!
After this.
Charlotte turned back to Nameless: "I'm sorry. I lied to you. I was actually a spy."
She had been summoned by Odysseus.
As a mole, she had infiltrated Chaldea.
Yet.
During their daily interactions, she found herself unable to strike at Nameless.
Compared to Odysseus, he was the true guardian of humanity.
Killing him would mean extinguishing the flame of hope for mankind.
"I knew you were summoned by Odysseus," Nameless replied.
Charlotte was stunned: "You knew from the start? Then why did you trust me so much?"
He was such a strange person.
Normally, upon discovering a spy, shouldn't he have executed her immediately?
"You didn't have a choice before, but now you can choose to be a good person," Nameless said with a smile.
He knew her identity as a spy.
He also knew her character, so he naturally wouldn't harm her.
"You... really are strange!"
Charlotte bit her lip, feeling increasingly helpless.
It was this very charm that had unknowingly captivated her during their time together.
Suddenly, Charlotte's body trembled, her eyes flickering with purple lightning.
She staggered back, struggling to speak: "Gudao, kill me! I used Zeus's power—I'm about to be consumed and turned into a puppet!"
The power of the King of Gods had allowed her to slay the ferocious hellhound in one strike.
But such power could not come without a price.
Every use would erode the mind with madness, turning the wielder into a puppet controlled by Zeus!
"There's a way to suppress it!" Nameless strode forward.
Ignoring her resistance, he forcibly scooped her up in a princess carry and ran toward the shattered temple.
Charlotte struggled in protest, "Hey, hey! I might hurt you—put me down now!"
"Don't worry. Here lies the legacy of Hephaestus—it can help suppress Zeus's power!" Nameless pointed at the temple.
During the war of the gods,
Hephaestus had been slain by Zeus. Naturally, the fire god's lingering legacy bore extreme hostility toward Zeus.
"Eh, really? Can it work?"
Charlotte was surprised.
More than her own life, she feared hurting him if Zeus's power corrupted her.
Nameless tightly grasped her hand. "Please trust me!"
"Mmm~"
Charlotte blushed as she felt the warmth from his palm, quickly turning her face away and closing her eyes.
She gave up resisting, surrendering everything to him.
This scene filled the audience with envy and resentment—
[Oh no, another heroic spirit has fallen for Nameless!]
[Tamamo-no-Mae: Nameless, I'm starting to suspect you're the real fox spirit ruining nations and lives!]
[Hahaha, even Tamamo-no-Mae, the most charming of all, can't compare to Nameless. He's irresistible to everyone!]
[Damn it, I want such an adorable girl too!]
[No point envying. To earn a girl's favor like that, you'd have to shoulder the responsibility of saving all of human history. I'll just stay lying down, thanks.]
...
The audience was indeed envious.
But the moment they recalled Nameless's experiences, their scalps tingled in horror.
They backed away instantly!
The thought of dying over and over again to protect human history was enough to make anyone give up.
Battling powerful heroic spirits, gods, the Evils of Humanity… facing despair countless times.
Under such circumstances, it was only natural for heroic spirits to fall for him.
If they didn't, that would be the real surprise!
Under the envious and resentful gazes of the audience,
Nameless used the remnants of Hephaestus's legacy to temporarily suppress the power of Zeus within Charlotte's body.
He let her rest alone in the temple for a while.
After everyone had left, Nameless suddenly leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I have a plan. I need your help."
"What plan?"
Charlotte's face turned completely red.
Too close.
He was far too close.
So close that she could feel his breath against her cheek and the warmth of his body.
However.
His next words made her freeze in shock.
Those words were—
"Later, I need you to kill me."
Charlotte's eyes widened instantly, her endless shyness replaced by sheer disbelief.
She shook her head frantically. "I can't do that!"
"No, no, it's part of the plan," Nameless replied.
But the so-called plan was kept vague by [Alaya], with no further details revealed.
"I… I'll think about it."
Charlotte's expression was full of conflict.
During their time together, she had already developed feelings for Nameless.
Now, she was being asked to attack him herself.
To her, this was even more painful than being hurt herself!
Meanwhile.
Only half an hour remained until the God-Slaying Noble Phantasm was fully forged.
But a new enemy had arrived!
This time, it wasn't just a mere Cerberus.
Odysseus had launched a full-scale assault!
His monster army had been obliterated by the Moon Goddess's [Planet-Destroying Sniper Cannon].
But the monster mother remained, still endlessly producing more creatures.
This time.
Odysseus led the Atlantis Defense Force, determined to eradicate the threat once and for all.
Every soldier in the Defense Force possessed combat strength on par with heroic spirits—far more formidable and obedient than mere monsters.
They could form military formations and attack in unison.
In addition to the army.
Odysseus had also brought along a formidable deity—
Chiron!
In Greek mythology, his status was equivalent to Confucius in China.
Legendary heroes like Jason, Heracles, and Achilles—all were his students!
His lineage was even more illustrious, as he was considered a brother to Zeus.
With combat prowess rivaling that of the chief gods.
Jason stared at the figure before him, his mouth agape in shock. "Teacher Chiron... why are you here?"
As one of his students, he understood better than anyone the extent of Chiron's power.
It was an overwhelming strength he could never hope to resist!
"No, he's not the Chiron you know—just a puppet controlled by Zeus!" Nameless warned.
In the history of Proper Human Order,
Jason, Heracles, and others had indeed been Chiron's disciples.
Even Nameless himself had once sought Chiron's guidance.
But the figure before them was nothing more than a mindless battle machine, far from the true Chiron.
Achilles nodded solemnly. "Indeed, this is not Teacher Chiron—just a puppet."
Chiron had been his mentor,
making it impossible for him to raise a hand against the real one.
But this? He refused to acknowledge it as his teacher!
From the rear of the army, Odysseus spoke with absolute confidence. "Fujimaru Ritsuka, and all the Heroic Spirits of Proper Human Order—this time, there's no escape for you!"
He had mobilized the entire Atlantean Defense Force,
alongside Chiron, a combatant of divine stature.
And—
Artemis, once again under Zeus's control, would soon unleash her main cannon.
This time, Odysseus truly refused to believe they could survive.
If Nameless still managed to escape after this, he'd willingly throw himself into [Echidna] and become nourishment for monster production!
Just one question—
How could they possibly lose with an army at their doorstep?
Nameless raised his sword and pointed it at him. "Then, let the battle begin!"
This time, there was no retreat.
He had to stand alongside the Heroic Spirits of Proper Human Order to defend Hephaestus, who was forging the God-Slaying Armament.
Only by obtaining it could he finally hunt down Artemis, now reduced to a puppet.
The battle erupted instantly.
Ana transformed into her Beast Goddess form, holding back dozens of ferocious monsters.
These creatures were the result of Odysseus slaughtering captured Heroic Spirits of Proper Human Order and using them as fuel for mass production.
Meanwhile, Achilles, Heracles, Jason, and others desperately held off Chiron and the city's defenders.
Nameless, alone, initiated a decapitation strike.
Killing Odysseus would leave the army leaderless, allowing them to be picked off one by one.
And Charlotte, an Assassin-class Servant, was his accomplice.
The two worked together to execute this plan.
Odysseus's eyes brimmed with mockery. "Foolish. Just as I predicted."
As a peerless strategist commanding a vast army, he had naturally anticipated their attempt on his life.
But—
He hadn't expected them to be this stupid.
To actually team up with the very pawn he had planted to kill him?
This was nothing short of suicide!
Odysseus coldly activated his Command Spells. "Kill him."
To ensure success, he had prepared reinforcements.
Two Command Spells unleashed at once would surely annihilate Nameless.
Eliminating the sole Master of Proper Human Order would eradicate the threat entirely.
No matter how many Heroic Spirits they had, without a Master to forge bonds, they posed no danger to his Lostbelt!
Under the influence of the two Command Spells,
Charlotte, who had been walking beside Nameless while concealed, suddenly drove her dagger through his heart!
Nameless instinctively clutched the wound, but it was futile—he could only collapse in shock and despair.
The battlefield fell into stunned silence.
Mash screamed in horror, "Senpai!!!"
"You bastard—how dare you strike him down?!" Jason's eyes burned crimson with fury.
Jokes aside,
he knew full well Nameless's worth.
As long as he remained alive, the Human Order would always have hope!
But now, Nameless had actually been assassinated by Charlotte!
Achilles instantly fell into a frenzied rage: "Aaaaah, you're asking for death!"
He had been summoned to this Lostbelt to assist Nameless in eliminating it.
Yet now, the last hope of the Human Order was about to be extinguished!
Odysseus laughed maniacally: "Hahaha, you fools! Let's see how you protect the Human Order now!"
Commanding from the midst of his vast army, his arrogance knew no bounds.
And yet.
This was such a tragic turn of events.
The audience couldn't help but burst into laughter—
[Damn, if I didn't know Nameless had a plan, I'd have been fooled too!]
[Poor little shield girl, she really thought Nameless was killed.]
[Odysseus, you smug bastard, enjoy it while it lasts. You're gonna get yours soon!]
[Wait, though… his heart was stabbed. Can Nameless really survive that?]
[Oh no, what if this fake-out turns real and he's actually dead?]
[Nah, if Nameless died, we wouldn't even be here!]
...
In the marketplace.
Cú Chulainn looked stunned. "Nameless is really going all out! Is he not afraid of death?"
Charlotte was a Servant summoned by Odysseus.
Bound by Command Spells.
She couldn't refuse an order—whether it was attacking Nameless or even killing herself.
Back in Unlimited Blade Works, he'd been forced to commit suicide by his bastard of a Master.
That was why he'd fought tooth and nail to drag his Master down with him.
The sheer humiliation of it all.
He'd rather not remember that part of his life!
"He's always been like this," Heracles said calmly.
If it were his first time seeing this, he'd be shocked too.
But Nameless had pulled so many insane stunts that nothing fazed him anymore.
Odysseus was small fry compared to the gods and Beasts of Humanity that had fallen to Nameless' schemes.
Too bad.
The version of him in this Lostbelt didn't know the full story.
He was too busy reeling in shock and disbelief.
Losing his mind, going berserk.
An Archer-class Servant, yet instantly turning into a Berserker.
It was… kind of embarrassing, honestly.
Didn't this just prove that he saw Nameless as the second most important person after Illya?
Cú Chulainn took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Yeah, this guy's terrifying."
Ruthless to his enemies, even more ruthless to himself.
Sacrificing himself over and over—no one could match that level of sheer audacity.
Not even him, the legendary Hound of Ulster, could pull off something like that.
Truly, only Nameless could do this.
Cú Chulainn couldn't wait to see what this so-called "plan" was.
How the hell was he going to survive getting his heart stabbed right from the start?
...
The video continued.
Odysseus laughed even louder. "Hahaha! I love the look on your faces—wanting to kill me but completely powerless to do anything!"
This was pure bliss!
His Spirit Origin trembled with excitement.
After suffering defeat after defeat, the frustration had been unbearable.
But now.
Everything was falling back into place.
He was once again the peerless strategist, holding all the cards.
Odysseus, the invincible!
Under the furious glares of the Servants who wanted to tear him apart,
Odysseus sneered. "You're all so naive. You never even questioned Charlotte's identity."
"She is a Servant from Proper Human History—but she wasn't summoned by Nameless. She was summoned by me!"
"And you trusted her completely? How utterly stupid!"
This pre-planted chess piece had paid off beautifully.
Odysseus was drowning in euphoria.
Once Nameless was dead, the other Proper Human History Servants would be nothing.
He could take his time slaughtering them all.
No need to rush.
When he returned to Olympus, he could boast to Zeus and earn the right to become a Chief God.
Just the thought made his entire body thrum with excitement.
Faced with his mockery...
Heracles roared in fury, "Bastards, none of you will live!"
He was utterly enraged, completely unable to tolerate this situation.
Especially Charlotte.
After realizing her special identity, he had repeatedly warned Nameless to be cautious of her.
But that fool insisted on treating others with sincerity, trusting unconditionally.
It was all his fault.
If he had been more forceful earlier, directly imprisoning and restraining her, this outcome would never have happened.
Heracles' eyes burned crimson as his massive, towering frame charged recklessly toward Charlotte: "Go to hell with him!"
Since she dared to kill his dearest friend, she shouldn't blame him for showing no mercy.
This time, she would absolutely accompany Nameless in death.
Not even Zeus could save her now!
Hum~
Just as Heracles lunged forward, Charlotte's figure abruptly vanished.
When she reappeared, she was already beside Odysseus.
The power of a Command Spell!
Odysseus burst into laughter: "Hahaha, trying to kill my Servant? Not a chance! Perish in endless regret and despair!"
He didn't just want Nameless dead—he wanted to mock and humiliate every Pan-Human History Heroic Spirit present.
To make them wallow in fury and remorse as hellish despair descended upon them!
Odysseus praised with amusement: "Well done, Charlotte. You truly are a qualified assassin."
"Please don't question my professionalism."
Charlotte licked the blood remaining on her dagger, her smile unnervingly sinister.
"Hahaha, my apologies. I shouldn't have doubted you," Odysseus replied cheerfully.
This woman was known as the Assassin Angel.
Her killings always caught enemies completely off-guard, making them drop all defenses, utterly unaware she was the killer—until the fatal strike landed.
Absolutely magnificent!
Truly worthy of being the Servant he summoned!
The next instant.
Odysseus suddenly felt a chill in his back. Looking down, he saw the sharp tip of a dagger protruding from his chest.
In utter disbelief, he blurted out: "Why? As my Servant, you dare assassinate me?"
"Forgive me. I am a Heroic Spirit of Pan-Human History."
Charlotte answered softly, "You wanted him dead, so I'll kill you first!"